I had a few TV-related happenings to tend to in the office today, so I needed to look my camera-ready best. As usual, last night I subjected Eric to my wardrobe musings and endless outfit changes, soliciting his opinion on what would look good, and as usual, he nodded and smiled and yessed me and was surprisingly on point with his critiques. I showed him what I planned to wear--a gray J. Crew dress, above, with a new pair of python Louboutin slingbacks I scored for a (relative) song at the sample sale yesterday. "But where's the color?" he wanted to know (red lips!) and since his question was such a savvy one, I decided to follow up with some more accessorizing advice. "What jewelry should I wear?" I asked my poor boyfriend, who really just wanted to get back to watching South Park and probably couldn't give a hoot about my bracelet choices.

Two weeks ago, I schlepped Eric to the new Hester Street flea market on NYC's Lower East Side in hopes of scoring some great vintage jewelry and eating one of the city's best lobster rolls. I dug through a big pile of gorgeous old baubles and turned up this pair of Kenneth Jay Lane earrings from the 1970s, and I had to have them. The guy whose stall it was wanted $60, which I just wasn't willing to part with. Eric was a man on a mission. He figured if we were willing to buy another piece, the guy might knock the price down. He set his sights on this, "my medallion," AKA the gaudiest piece of Frank Sinatra memorabilia in the history of the world.

Eric's a lifelong Sinatra fan and a sucker for a souvenir, but the gravitational pull between him and this "gold" medallion, imprinted with Old Blue Eyes' face and the words "Nick J. Mileti presents The Coliseum" on one side and "Opening night October 26, 1974, Frank Sinatra in concert" on the other, was just a sight to behold. "I'll give you $75 for both," Eric told the guy. "SOLD!" And so my boyfriend became the proud new owner of this medallion (and I got the amazing earrings!), and he's barely parted ways with it since. Yes dolls, he's been wearing it. Tucked away under his shirt (close to his heart!), but still, he feels the need to justify his expenditure and let Frank serve as his totem of power and masculinity (and willingness to do really, really ridiculous things for me, which is one of many reasons I love him). Kinda hilarious, completely chivalrous, and totally indicative of Eric's generosity and devotion to my fashion obsession, don't you think? And just to humor him, I tried out the outfit with his medallion:

Ummm....perfect, right!? I'm pretty sure he was kidding when he suggested I wear it, but you can never be too sure when it comes to the male species...

So ladies, what kinds of funny things have your boyfriends said about fashion lately? Any too-good-to-keep-to-yourself stories you want to share with us? Tell us here in the comments section, or submit your own story in the STF contact form!